Malcolm Bacchus Poems

M is for Malcolm
I once owned a cat.

A is for aristocratic
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Scars he cant hide
Eat away at his soul
Reminding him of his past
Though it was not his fault
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In the country
The Land will produce the food
You take just what you need
In the city
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A cold harsh winter
Leaves the poor thing suffering from hunger
The ground is hard and icy
So he runs elsewhere to find shelter
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He runs in with a gun
As people
Flee for the the Emergency Exit
But his companion is outside the
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Love is a cup of coffee
Shared over a table

Love is melodic melody
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